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StoryTips For Lies windrose013 years 1 month ago
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StoryThe Unmanned Gunner windrose013 years 1 month ago
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StoryThe Flickering Streetlight little chilli117 years 7 months ago
Forum topicOn the Celebrity of Writing These Days. patmac3219 years 2 days ago
Forum topicOne night stand. by windrose. maisie220 years 4 months ago
Forum topic032 Magic Of Naeem by Windrose maisie420 years 6 months ago

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The Merkaba (6)

Taking matters at ease, Tyler dressed in a brown coat, wearing a shtreimel and payot, paused at the train station like an Orthodox Haredi. He carried...

The Merkaba (5)

Next few days went peaceful. Tyler was fasting on fruits and roots, flowers and herbs, for three days to endure a rare psychic ritual. That was the...

The Merkaba (4)

Tyler Friesen arrived at Zvartnots International Airport in Yerevan via Bulgaria. This new airport to serve the historical and cultural capital of...

The Merkaba (3)

There came a knock on the door. He opened, “Szia!” “I’m Hajnal. Nice to meet you…” she spoke good English. “I’m Tyler. Come in, please…” She placed...

The Merkaba (2)

At the Department of Justice, FBI Headquarters, the great man sat behind his desk, sipping hot coffee, in partial darkness and total isolation. Light...

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